Confession: I don’t have a TV. One compelling reason: It would always be tuned to the mother of all sports news shows (you know which one I’m talking about). I don’t even enjoy the format of the show anymore, but I would tune in anyway because it feels like the font of all things happening in Sports Land. (Totally false, but that’s exactly how they want me — and you — to feel. My dependence on the show is a personal weakness that I have not yet addressed…spirit is willing, flesh is weak.)
If I did have a TV, and if I were watching the show today, I would see Blake Griffin’s dunk all over it. All day long.
What Griffin did was physically marvelous. I watched the move once, twice, three times. Each time I was thrilled knowing that I was seeing something I would absolutely not be able to do. Ever. (Isn’t that one of the most basic pleasures of watching elite athletes do their kinetic thing?)
Something else I appreciate about this dunk: the post-game reaction from Kendrick Perkins, the man who was dunked on. I have always thought that there is too much attention given to a dunkee and his “posterization.” It’s not that I feel badly or embarrassed for the person on the wrong end of a monster dunk; rather, I feel that being involved in such a moment is no terrible shortcoming. In fact, it was Perkins’s job to do what he did: attempt to stop Griffin’s shot and foul him if he must. ”It happens,” Perkins said, according to the LA Times Sports Now blog. “At the end of the day, if you’re a shot blocker you’re gonna get dunked on.”
So it goes, Kendrick Perkins. So it goes.